There had never been a time that Stiles had questioned his life decision to become a teacher more than he did at this very moment. He was a masochist; I mean really who decides to teach Folklore and Magic History to a bunch of high school delinquents. Who on top of not caring if they were in school at all thought his subject was a bunch of shit. Not only that, but who decides, eh not enough delinquents in the beacon hills area and moves to queens New York. Masochists.
That's who. Stiles Stilinski Grade A masochist.

"Man who the fuck cares about this shit, this is like some twilight bullshit or whatever."

Stiles took a deep breath; this was going to be a long year.

"You're right, twilight. Total load of shit." He said passing out textbooks that he doubted would be returned to him. "Vampires don't sparkle and more importantly they don't give a shit what you look like because they are going to kill you no matter what." He said shrugging. "Werewolves though, they really are that hot" he said winking at one of the girls who was staring intently at him from the second he uttered the word werewolf.

The guy scowled at him. "Alright so your homework tonight is to bring me in a paper. Just a slip of paper with the name of any supernatural creature you'd like to be."

His students groaned. "And if everyone in the class does their homework for a week I will buy you pizza. Real pizza not the shit from the cafeteria."

That got everyone's attention.

"Alright I'll see you all bright and early tomorrow" he said with a grin when the bell rang and all his students shuffled off to their next class.

Stiles laughed slightly to himself, tugging at his tie that was much too tight and settling down at his computer. God he had so many lesson plans to make complete with trying to figure out how he was going to get his kids to pay any attention to him.

"Yes dad I'm sure I want to be a teacher" "yes dad I want to teach inner city kids in New York City" "yes dad I know what I'm doing"

God if Stiles could go back in time and punch himself in the face for saying those words he might just.

"Mr. Stilinski"

His head snapped up at the sharp knocks that were delivered to his door, "yes um…" he searched his mind for the name, "uh, Derek?" he asked, the boy nodded.
Right Derek Hale, one of his sets of twins. Him and his sister, uh, Laurie, Laura… something like that.

"I have a question about the book"

Stiles quirked an eyebrow. "we start reading it tomorrow, if you're worried about not being able to read some of the content I'll be reading most of it out loud so you don't have to worry.." he said trying to give the boy a reassuring smile. Except he was distracted by how ridiculously attractive this particular student was.

He tried to remember which class Derek was in. he was almost positive it was the senior class which had just left. Which didn't make ogling the kid any more okay, just more legal.

"I've already read it."

Stiles gaped at him, "Derek, I've only given it out today…"

Derek blushed and okay…. That shouldn't be okay. That was just; it wasn't okay for a student of his to be that attractive there should be a rule that they had to graduate before becoming miraculously attractive.

"I've read it before" Derek mumbled

Stiles couldn't stop himself from grinning, "Well then" he said gesturing to the seat beside him. "Ask away."

Stiles knew somewhere in the back of his mind that he should push the kid away. Except that he liked him, he liked talking to him. The kid was fucking smart, which was just more reason for him to tell the kid to go away. Go find someone his age to hang out with that's not on his way to becoming the biggest pedophile in the world.

Except that he didn't.

He sat there pouring over the book with Derek until the bell for the last period rang. Sharing his sandwich with Derek. Talking over the aspects of the book that didn't make sense, laughing at the sad attempt at fiction that was twilight.

Derek looked flustered when the bell rang. Gathering his things and rushing for the door franticly.

"Er, thanks" he muttered leaving Stiles feeling confused, guilty and walking to the guidance office.

"I've done something stupid." He muttered lying himself down on the beaten down couch in Lydia's office.

"Stupider than dragging me from beautiful beacon hills California to this shit hole? "she asked, pen perpetually stuck between her brightly glossed lips, "because I doubt you can get much worse than that."

Stiles groaned throwing his arm over his eyes, "somehow I seem to have managed." He mumbled into the skin of his elbow.

Lydia laughed, "it can't be that bad Stiles."

"I…" Stiles shut his mouth, he wasn't sure he was really ready to admit this yet.

"What Stiles it's not like you've gone and slept with a student or anything." Lydia joked, laughing her high pitched angelic laugh.

Stiles stayed silent.

"Oh my god Stiles you didn't!" she exclaimed lobbing a stress ball at his face.

"Whoa, calm your tits Lydia. God. No I didn't sleep with him!"

Lydia smirked, "but you wanted to."

Stiles flushed, "that… its, it's not like that."

Lydia rolled his eyes, "Stiles it is the third day of school how have you already managed to fall in love with a god damn student. You do realize how stupid this is right?"

"it's not like I meant to!" he exclaimed throwing his hands up in the air, "it's not like I woke up this morning and went hmm I want to be a total Pedo today I think
I'm going to meet the perfect guy oh and let's not forget to make him 18 fucking years old!" he said dramatically.

Lydia rolled her eyes, "he is at least 18 right, like you checked before making gaga eyes over him for however long you did."

Stiles blushed.

Beat red, flushed from head to toe and god damn it he was a grown man he shouldn't be blushing anymore.

"Er…"

Lydia rolled her eyes, "now I see why you came to see me"

Stiles, If possible blushed even deeper… "I, er…"

Lydia laughed, "Name"

Stiles held his breath a moment. Saying it out loud about a hypothetical student had been one thing. This was different. This was admitting that he Stiles creeper stilinski had a crush on Derek Hale. Student. Of him. His student. God he was in deep shit

"Derek, er. Derek Hale."

Lydia quirked an eyebrow.

"come on, just tell me if I'm a pedophile or a stupid huge pedophile. Should he just resign now. He should shouldn't he. He twiddled his thumbs nervously as Lydia pulled the file out of the cabinet.

"Senior" she said with a smile, scanning the rest of the pages.

She paused, "Stiles."

Stiles was too busy breathing in sighs of relief. He didn't have to resign, he probably still should because he had like no impulse control and god he was such a horrible person but he wasn't doing anything illegal and that was like, a load off his back.

"Stiles" Lydia said and he snapped his head back up. Her voice was cracked and worn thin. Like it was taking all of her effort to even speak. "Stiles I know this kid."

Stiles rolled his eyes slightly, "okay so he's been sent to the guidance office."

Lydia shook her head harshly. "Stiles… he's Peter Hale's nephew."